Is that the village's sacrificial spirit?" Shi Yi asked a snotty child next to him.

"That's right, the willow god is powerful, and he can resist the birds of prey in the great wilderness. The child replied.

"Willow God, do you call it Willow God, has it not refused?" Shi Yi was a little surprised, but also a little surprised, and turned his head to ask the child.

"No!" The kid looked ignorant, as if he didn't understand, why Shi Yi would ask like that.

Shi Yi has been reading the classics and taboos since he was a child, so he naturally knows that where can ordinary sacrificial spirits dare to call themselves gods? Shi Yi looked at the old willow tree, his face was solemn, and the more he knew, the greater the awe in his heart.

"The little ...... with the milk next to his mouth just now Is my brother's name Shi Hao?" Shi Yi pondered for a while and asked the child.

"Oh, that's a little bit, don't look at him yet, but he's a master in our village. "That snotty baby has a look of pride.

"You go back first, I want to see the scenery in the wilderness. Shi Yi looked at the sunset that was about to set under the dim sky, and a delicate little face and heavy pupils emitted a majestic and deep light, which made the snot baby's mouth close when she wanted to say something, and returned to the house.

"Meet the willow god. Shi Yi walked up to the willow tree, bowed deeply, and said.

The branch of the willow tree swayed gently in the breeze, as if unmoved, and as if nodding slightly.

Shi Yi looked at the willow tree in the dusk sky, indifferent and powerful, like the image of his father when he was young, he suddenly felt suddenly wronged, and an extremely lonely emotion came to his heart, making him feel a sour nose.

"Na, you are the sacrificial spirit of Shicun, so you can be regarded as the sacrificial spirit of my clan, right?" Shi Yi was a little sad, revealing the child's somewhat obsessive side.

"Borrow your willow body and lean on it, okay?" Shi Yi said something that made people feel a little unbelievable.

"I'll just take you by default!" Shi Yi didn't give Liu Shen time to answer, and answered directly.

The branches and leaves of the willow tree swayed slightly in the wind, but did not answer.

Shi Yi sacrificed a treasure fan to cover his head, and walked towards the willow tree, in the dim desert, he only felt endless loneliness, in just a few years, he experienced a lot of suffering.

He walked to the willow tree, leaned back against the willow tree, looking up at the dusk and lonely sunset and desert, this very familiar breath with his father made his nose slightly red, the small figure shrunk into a ball, the eyes of the past were filled with crystal mist, but the young man bit his lip and tried his best not to let it fall.

A willow leaf shrouded in a hazy green light gently stroked Shi Yi's hair with a soothing smell.

"Woo... Woo... Father. Shi Yi buried his head in his knees, and a suppressed whimper came out.

“... Father... Mother is dead... I can't protect her..."A childish voice was filled with pain and weakness, his small shoulders couldn't stop trembling slightly, he remembered his mother being nailed to the wall with a spear, he tried to deal with many old monsters, but the mother who loved him the most died after all.

“... Father... I really... I'm so scared—" His frightened and trembling voice couldn't help but whimper.

...... When he was only a few years old, he witnessed the death of his mother and the departure of his father, and the elders of the mansion were very jealous of him, and the children of the side family were jealous of him...... He needs to go to great lengths to show his worth and deal with those old monsters who have lived for nearly a hundred years in order to live in peace. Even...... He had never dared to go to his mother's grave once.

How he wished it was just a nightmare, and when he woke up, he would have familiar parents..... Instead of the cold palace and the smiling face that is false to the extreme.

The treasure bone in his chest was faintly stabbing because of Shi Hao's presence, and this stinging pain was particularly unbearable at this time.

“... It's not your own, it's not ...... after all" The last touch of the sunset shone on the willow tree and the lonely boy, which made people feel sorry for the young figure with closed eyes and frowning.

As the sun set, there seemed to be a sigh from the willow tree......